I am going where vestigial symbols were born, where the innocence, beauty and intelligence of humankind prevail over genres and chimeras of utter fear and devastation. I am going to the place with neither manipulation nor deception: a place of strength without fear.

At the inception of an age old symbols are destroyed as false idols and replaced with new symbols. When Moses gave The Law he forbade the worship of the calf. The calf is a symbol of Taurus. The age of Moses is the age of Aries. This is why orthodox Jews still blow the Rams horn. The age of Christ is the Piscean Age. Now, at the dawn of Aquarius, the difficult transition to new symbols must begin. Reality will be painted in new and eldritch colors to be sure, but the game remains the same.

It is useless to argue all day about religious dogma or politics; fraud and graft; murder or abandonment. I cannot ask all the right questions to transcend the painful vile selfishness pitifully supplied as lame answers, anyway. It is so easy to become lost or discouraged, with sagacity and wit rendered useless: distracted, worried, annoyed, insulted, and betrayed.